Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

One day, I was shaking in my own bed.

The time was already around the time when the sun rose high in the sky, but I don't want to get out of here.

I clung to my blanket and put my hand on my forehead.

My head, it's hot. The melting sensation of the brain.

A dense sign of death, tasted in nine years.

My consciousness is unclear.

"Brother! Hold on, brother!

Gisele calls out.

But no.

Gisele's lovely beautiful face also looks blurry now.

I felt sick this morning and couldn't have breakfast.

I told my mother about it and asked her to prepare something that warmed the goat's milk, but shortly after I drank it, the contents of my stomach came up and threw up.

I fell as-is and was transported to bed to this day.

I think I've been feeling a little out of shape for a few days.

Maybe everything was this omen.

Sometimes during this time, I was driven out by help and agriculture, and it could have been a mistake to continue my sorcery research all night for three days in an effort to take back the time taken.

No, I can't until now, you should think that all of that is causing it. Around all night, nothing unusual.

You couldn't have had your own nutritional drink?

After all, I shouldn't have used that herb.

It wasn't poisoned enough.

No, or did they sneak up on you because you made three mice out of biomagic?

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hands on that sorcery. It was a blasphemy to the creature, a treason to God.

It wasn't as good as humans could have handed it out.

I'm sorry. God, I'll never use biomagic again.

So, already, forgive me.

"... forgiveness, spirits of our Marlen ancestors"

I lift my heavy arms and cut a cross into the universe.

"Brother!

Giselle cries and hugs me to my shoulder.

"Giselle... I'm sorry, me. Now I think I... it was all about me and you couldn't do anything like a brother... you were a bad brother... me"

If I had a sister in my previous life, would I have been a little different?

No, that's not all.

Even when it comes to my father and mother, I think so.

It was more difficult for me to get used to the presence of my parents who would stay home and watch over me than the Marlen culture.

Normal babies wouldn't even know that, but it was normal for me not to be there.

For a minute there were existing values, it was a start from the negative, not the zero.

Perhaps it was because of the many differences I had with my father.

"No, don't do that. Shh! Don't say anything like give up!

"It's about my body, so I know. I'm gonna die."

"Brother, brother. Ah! Hold on tight!

But my parents were out-of-the-box cold when I said I was doing this.

"You have a cold. That's why I told you to build your body from day to day. All the impotence."

When my father said so, he lifted his hips and sighed in a frightened manner.

Is this just a cold?

That can't be happening.

My body is so hot, bitter,

"Oh, ho, ho!

Yeah, and I cough.

"Ha, my God! Father, my brother!

"Um, you have a cold."

Is that all you can say, Father?

Instead of a cold, I'm going to wind up.

'Cause I'm gonna be impotent in this cold weather.'

I just doped it with a little pill and stayed up all night for three days.

The room was also magically warmed.

More importantly, just a cold can't be so painful.

"But, Father... I have a proper, disease-averse oatem. There can't be a cold."

"Because I rely only on Autem. That's preventative, but you're helpless after you catch a cold. You just keep locked up, so you're weak."

"You've got a dozen immune oatems, haven't you? This is not a disease. Must be someone jealous of their talent...... yes, it's a curse around Philo. I'm sure it is."

Philo was a grandfather and a child.

There can be a line that the chief was jealous of me because he told me this, even if it was clear to me.

Yeah, I can't think of anything else.

If you recover safely, learn more about protective techniques against spells.

"So much of a disease-averse autem... well, but beyond that it must have been unrelenting"

"So this is... not just a cold or anything..."

"Um, well. Then I'll go hunting. You'll be at rest for a while."

"If I stay like this, I'm going to rest under the earth for the rest of my life."

"I've already hung up the art of disease scattering, and by the time the sun sets, I'll have recovered somewhat. Let's have a little white soup for dinner tonight."

"Father... by the time the sun sets, I wonder if I'm gone..."

"If I punish you for this, I'll be a little more comfortable."

That's what my father said, then he left the room.

How cold, is that but flesh parents?

When my son said he was in the abyss of death, it was like seeing a kid with a cold and excessive noise.

No, I've been a sorcery lunatic so far.

I guess that's all I was different for my parents, who only saw witchcraft as part of rituals, education, and as a substitute for appliances.

My father didn't show up like that either, but maybe he was creepy about me.

Unexpectedly, the tears came out zero.

I spent too much time trying to extricate a much less treasured sorcery in these peaceful times, losing sight of what was important.

"Duh, what have you done, brother! Headache? Shall I change my squeeze?

No, only Gisele takes my hand like this, even if I'm in the abyss of death.

Even then, I'm sure I'm happy.

Without Gisele, I would have almost died lonely again in this world.

I don't have a problem with that, she was a good sister.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry to distract you. I just thought this was going to kill me... suddenly, I'm going to miss you."

"And don't tell me to die! What should I do if my brother dies!

Reach out to stroke Gisele's head, but her arms are unusually heavy.

Gisele's head, right there, seemed far away.

Yeah, I'm gonna die. Now it's time to die.

"Hands... have me hold them, okay?

"Ha! Ha! Happy!"

Gisele takes my hand.

Gisele's hand was an age-appropriate little adorable hand.

I held Gisele's hand back weakly and stroked the back of her hand with my thumb.

"I'm always sorry I couldn't do it with all the magic... Gisele, I love it... it was,"

That's what I say, I lose the weight of my eyelids and close my eyes.

"Are you...? Brother! Brother! No, yeahh!

Inside the room, Gisele's screams echo.

Listening to it, my consciousness scattered into foam.

…………

Ten hours later, I was sitting in a table chair.

"Are you going to be eaten?

My father asks.

"... Yeah, yes, it looks fine. It's still hot though."

In conclusion, it was just a cold.

Apparently, the Marlens tend to be infirm.

Although it rarely develops because it is prevented by witchcraft, when it does, even just a cold seems to exert quite a bit of power.

"My brother seems to have recovered, more importantly. I... I don't know what to do anymore..."

My chest hurts.

I hung up on Giselle completely unwanted worries.

I mean, I feel like I've said weird things floating around in heat.

"Ah... speaking of which, Mr. Filo has been asking for your visit. My brother was asleep at that time, so I asked him to leave..."

"Oh yeah, well..."

Philo, I'm sorry I doubted you.

Honestly, I don't remember much, but I feel like I've been exposed to a hell of a grievance with my headache.

I'm sorry that my father and mother thought of everything.

More than a curse, I figured I'd better work out how to combat the disease.